CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: DID THE 7 MARTIAL ANCESTORS RUN AWAY?

Bai Yichen’s heart was filled with indescribable shock.

Has the person before him become an Emperor?

Their family had painstakingly worked for a thousand years without producing a single Emperor. It is said that even the Royal Family in the Eastern Domain faced the same challenge.

Since ancient times, so many talented individuals have been stuck at this bottleneck, yet this person so easily broke through?

How long has it been?

Not even three years!

Such an event, he wouldn’t dare to believe it even if beaten to death, yet it happened right in front of him.

"Cough, cough, young one, I see that your talent is exceptional, even considered brilliant within the Eastern Domain. Moreover, you have been recognized by the ancestral Imperial Artifact. How about returning to the family, and we will honor you as the Young Master and let you take charge in the future."

An awkward suggestion from a Supreme Elder of the Yang Family, who was of the Ninth Heavenly Layer.

Now that Emperor Qin had spoken, they absolutely dared not kill this person, not even through assassination or intrigue.

However, with this person’s growing power, it is inevitable that he might seek revenge on them, representing a massive hidden threat.

If so, it would be better to draw him in.

Turn this exceptionally gifted young man into one of their own, and doing so might even establish a connection with Emperor Qin...

"My family no longer exists; what return are you talking about?"

Bai Yichen softly replied.

He slowly stood up with the Imperial Sword, looked toward the Yang Family members, and said, "Senior Qin Chuan protected me, preventing you from killing me, so I naturally won’t hide behind him to boast. However, I can’t forget the hatred of my loved ones, so reconciliation with you is out of the question."

"How about this, let’s set a timeline of twenty years. After twenty years, I will settle things with your Eastern Domain Yang Family. Regardless of whether I die or your family perishes, it has nothing to do with others."

After speaking, he looked at Qin Chuan, respectfully asking, "Senior Qin Chuan, do you think this is acceptable?"

Qin Chuan asked, "Why twenty years?"

Bai Yichen replied, "Because our family’s plan was short by just twenty years...I want the dedicated efforts of our ancestors to have a complete conclusion, win or lose, at least without regrets."

Hearing this, a complex expression appeared on Qin Chuan’s face. This family’s persistence genuinely moved him.

"Approved."

He softly uttered a word.

Upon these words, the members of the Yang Family turned pale, showing even a hint of despair.

This young man is determined to fight to the death!

This person is already so powerful now, with the Imperial Sword able to kill a Saint of the Eighth Heavenly Layer, how strong will he be in twenty years?

He might become an Emperor.

The possibility is very high.

Because Emperor Qin would likely nurture this young man greatly, and the methods and heritage of ancient titans are beyond imagination.

"Ah, why so persistent?" an elder sighed helplessly.

"Heh, our line was driven out of the Eastern Domain for two thousand years, and now, the entire clan is almost extinct. You ask why so persistent?"

Bai Yichen sneered:

"Today, if not for Senior Qin Chuan being here, even if I begged for my life on my knees, you might not have spared me, so what do you ask why for?! Isn’t this reason enough?"

The elder heard this and fell silent.

As a Ninth Heavenly Layer powerhouse, maintaining some honor is essential, and since their intention was to eradicate, naturally, they had no face to demand concessions from others.

"Fine, if you insist, we will wait for you in the Eastern Domain in twenty years."

The elder nodded in defeat, then bowed to Qin Chuan, saying, "Senior Emperor Qin, we will take our leave now."

With that, he turned and left with the group.

The group that came with great pomp left quietly.

As he watched them leave, Bai Yichen held the Imperial Sword with both hands and respectfully said, "Thank you, Senior, for your assistance. For saving my life, I am unable to repay you, so I offer this Imperial Sword to you."

Qin Chuan was slightly surprised.

This young man has great courage, offering the Imperial Artifact without hesitation; even a Realm Emperor would feel pain over such a loss, wouldn’t they?

Nevertheless, he shook his head, saying, "You keep it. This sword carries the lives of your loved ones, having it with you can serve as a reminiscence."

Bai Yichen pursed his lips upon hearing this, his nose twitched, and he finally said in a trembling voice, "...Thank you, thank you."

At this moment, he truly regarded Qin Chuan as an elder, not just with reverence but with genuine gratitude and respect.

"No need to thank me; our meeting is already fated. Helping you is just lifting a finger, repaying an old favor."

Qin Chuan shook his head.

"In any case, I’ll remember the kindness you’ve shown in my heart." Bai Yichen said firmly, clenching his right hand into a fist.

"So what do you plan to do now?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I plan to first bury my clan members, build a tomb for them on these ruins, and guard it for two months, then venture out," Bai Yichen said honestly.

"Hmm."

Qin Chuan nodded and then suddenly remembered something, suggesting, "Don’t make it too luxurious, and don’t bury any valuables with it."

"If convenient, you could first make contact with Master Pang Qi from the Alchemy Master Association and build good relations."

"Why?"

Bai Yichen was dumbfounded, completely puzzled.

Master Pang Qi?

Isn’t he an Alchemy Master? What does building a mausoleum have to do with an Alchemy Master? It seems absolutely unrelated.

"The secrets of the heavens can’t be revealed, off you go." Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously, waved his hand with his back turned toward him, and walked off with relaxed steps towards the distance.

"Senior..."

Bai Yichen stretched out his right hand towards Qin Chuan’s departing figure, his mouth opened, but Qin Chuan had already walked away.

...

Seven Martial Sect.

When Qin Chuan returned here, he found this vast sect completely empty, and the entire sect was shrouded by a massive light barrier.

Such a situation was quite bizarre.

Qin Chuan caught a passerby to inquire and learned the specifics—the Seven Martial Sect members had all fled!

A few days ago.

A large number of mysterious powerhouses invaded the Jiuyang Dynasty and waged war against the Royal Family. That terrifying force scared the whole Seven Martial Sect.

If such a terrifying force destroyed the Royal Family and then targeted the Seven Martial Sect, wouldn’t that mean annihilation of the sect?

Thus, the Seven Martial Sect acted decisively and cravenly.

From the Supreme Elders to the outer sect disciples, all underwent a "strategic retreat," scattering to flee.

Since everyone left, it was inevitable that people would try to steal things; hence they activated the Mountain Protection Array, enveloping the entire sect.

If that terrifying force came to plunder, so be it, since resisting while at home would still be futile.

And if that terrifying force didn’t come, others would almost surely be unable to break the Mountain Protection Array.

They did have this confidence!

"Honestly, why are you here?" Qin Chuan asked the "passerby" with a curious look.

"I’m just passing through."

The person, with shifty eyes and a sneaky look, hesitated.

"Boom!"

The next moment, he was directly pressed onto the ground by a forceful pressure, bottom in the air, body embedded in the ground, forming a "大" shape.

"Ah! It’s broken, it’s broken!"

The man screamed in pain, shivering as he confessed, "I’ll tell, I’ll tell! I actually came to steal something, but couldn’t get in!"

Qin Chuan chuckled, waved his hand, and lifted the man out of the ground, suspending him in the air—actually, the guy wasn’t broken.

"Couldn’t get in?"

Qin Chuan glanced at his lower body with humor and teased, "I see you’re quite strong; how could you not get in?"

"Sir, you really can’t get in!"

The man said with a crying face, "The Mountain Protection Array of the Seven Martial Sect is very strong; no one in the Jiuyang Dynasty can forcibly enter."

"Then why did you come?"

Qin Chuan asked mildly.

The man’s face turned red instantly, stammering, "I...I just wanted to try...I didn’t really want to get in."

"Boom!"

As soon as he said it, he was pressed into the ground once more, deeper than before.

"With such lies, I could tell with my eyes closed that you’re fibbing." Qin Chuan’s lips curled upward, and he continued walking forward unbothered.

"Pop!"

The thief, initially pretending to be dead by lying on the ground, suddenly heard a strange pop from behind.

He abruptly lifted his head from the pit!

Then he saw the mysterious figure in white had already entered inside the Seven Martial Sect, and the supposedly impregnable array barrier rippled like water.

His eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief, "This is impossible!!"